NovelOnlineChapter 761
Mr. Wilson becagitated. "What do you need those factories for? They barely make any profit. Why not do me
a favor? There might be opportunities for collaboration between Wilson Corporation and Chancer Group in the
future.”
James smiled as soft sunlight fell across his cool face. His bangs cast slight shadows, making him look strikingly
handsome.
"Mr. Wilson, I'm only being this patient because you're an elder. Are you underestimating my family's company?
Chancer Group's annual profits are no less than Wilson's. | don't need those factories to make money for me.
Besides, our business models are completely different, making collaboration highly unlikely. Surely | don't need
to explain this to you."
The secretary standing beside him didn't dare breathe.
It seemed that ever since his divorce from Miss Sanders, the CEO had beca different person, his
temperament even more unpredictable.
Only Mr. Wilson and his assistant, Dave, remained in the lounge.
Mr. Wilson's face alternated between pale and flushed. He never imagined that in
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇta single day, he would be insulted by two younger people like this!
Had he truly grown too old?
"Sir," Dave called cautiously, fearing Mr. Wilson might have a heart attack from anger.
Mr. Wilson calmly stood up with the support of his cane and said quietly, "Let's go."
"Wait." At that moment, a woman walked in from the doorway. It was Mrs. Chancer, who had cto the
company to speak with her son about something. She had accidentally overheard the conversation while
standing at the entrance.
Mr. Wilson frowned at her. His attitude toward women was somewhat dismissive. "Who are you?"
Mrs. Chancer had attended many business gatherings and understood a thing or two about commerce. She had
her own ideas and said, "I just heard my son speaking. You're Mr. Wilson from Wilson Corporation, correct?"
"Your son." Mr. Wilson exchanged glances with Assistant Dave, mulling over these words. His view of her
changed immediately.
Mrs. Chancer had maintained her position as the matriarch of a wealthy family for years—she was certainly no
stranger to cunning. She smiled slightly and took the initiative. "Mr. Wilson, shall we talk somewhere else?"
Mr. Wilson looked at the woman before him and said with confusion, "You're James's mother? Your son just
rejected my proposal. | don't see what we have to discuss."
Just half a month ago, the Chancer family wasn't even important enough to warrant a conversation with him.
James's rejection had already filled him with anger toward the Chancer family. He couldn't understand what this
woman wanted from him.
"Mr. Wilson, | can help you find two production lines. They're not mine, but | know someone who has them. Would
you like to meet this person?" Mrs. Chancer asked confidently.
Mr. Wilson's expression grew serious. "Very well."
Mrs. Chancer led Mr. Wilson to the coffee shop next door. A woman was already waiting for them in the private
room.
Mr. Wilson sat down, and the woman stood up. "Mr. Wilson, I'm from the Sanders family."
"The Sanders family? Sarah Sanders' family?" Mr. Wilson's gaze was filled with caution.
Mrs. Sanders smiled and shook her head. "No, Melvin Sanders’ family."
"What's the difference?"
"Although the Sanders company has Sarah's shares, my son Melvin is the one making decisions. Eventually, the
entire Sanders family business will belong to my son," Mrs. Sanders stated with determination.
She paused briefly and continued, "However, it's too early to discuss such matters. What matters now is that |
can provide you with the production lines you need."
"You? How can you provide them? Doesn't everything in the Sanders family require Melvin's approval?" Mr.
Wilson asked, puzzled.
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